this is not my own

rip out my insides,
pull out the intestines
from the gut punches bruised,
the heart that heaves
and beats rapidly for thee,
the mind that overthinks
and runs ceaselessly over everything,
pull it all out,
it does nothing for me,
it only runs for you.

my hands were made to hold only you
my arms were made to embrace you
my legs were made to wrap around you
my hips were made to rise and sink
with your every move
my lips were made to kiss only you
my eyes were made to only see you

i, and this body, was made
for you


Taco Dream Date

Originally published in The Daily Drunk: https://thedailydrunk.com/f/taco-dream-date

gooey melted cheese
over warm ground beef,
cool crispy lettuce
and fresh juicy tomatoes
wrapped up in
a flour tortilla
blankets the ingredients
of my hunger pained dreams

grab the deliciousness
and sit with me
my taco loving friend
while I grab the wine
and two solo cups
let’s toast to the days
where we enjoy lunch

conversing over our troubled families
these moments are our escape,
our lunch with a friend
or rather a taco dream date


One More Moondance, My Love

Originally published in Clay Literary’s RAVEN: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/raven-issue-eight-09-06-2020

A cool October evening presented itself in front of us,
the full moon in the sky hovered above, and the tension
between us lent itself to lyrics that resonated to every

following Autumn. ‘Can I just have one more Moondance
with you, my love?’ you sang as we walked arm in arm. It
was our first song, my first song sung to me. And to this

day, the smile, the tone of your voice, the way you
captured me, still sends shivers right through me.
From the first taps of the piano to the trumpet blaring

three-quarters of the way through, it all sends me back
to you. I halt everything to remember your voice, your smile,
to be wrapped in a moment with you once again.


in your flood

one step out the door
one step forward
one step closer
to the flood

one step backwards
one step in reverse
one step away
from drowning

a punch to the gut
and tears streaming,
more than the smiles
more than the ‘i love you’s

and how many more years like this
how much can i take like this

i agreed to ever after
but this now, these lows
i can do without
i barely survive the crash
before the next one arrives

give me time to breathe
give me time to survive
give me time in the clearing
before i drown
in your flood


Moving Forward

Originally published in Teen Belle Magazine at https://teenbellemag.wixsite.com/tbmag/post/moving-forward-by-kimberly-ray

Treading forward,
wind pushing against my back
Finding a grip in the blowing sand
Gust ripping and I’m alone again

Ruminating about the sunset
What I’ll see if I continue moving
Head down, pushing against the wind
Marching forward, finding where I’ll begin

I will get my way
Taking fate by the hand
I will see my sunset someday
Making my way across this historic land


Virtual Readings

During Covid-19 lockdown, more poets are taking advantage of virtual readings to share their work and connect with other writers. Feel free to take a view/listen to the recordings below.

SponsorDatePoem(s) Read
Bards Virtual Poetry ReadingMarch 20, 2020The Basis of My Character(s)
Spilled Ink Virtual Poetry ReadingApril 24, 2020Screaming Amongst the Silence
Our Misfortune
The Disposables
Spilled Ink East Virtual Poetry ReadingMay 8, 2020Endless Night
The Oak Tree
We Are Gathered Here Together
Meet Me in the Rain
Virtual Wilde ReadingsMay 12, 2020The Story of Hope
Lit NightMay 18, 2020Pilgrimage to the Motherland
Spilled Ink Virtual Poetry ReadingMay 22The Box
Spilled Ink Virtual Poetry ReadingJune 26, 2020Timepieces Have Reversed (3 Poems)
Spilled Ink Virtual Poetry ReadingJuly 10, 20202Heatwaves
We’ve Never Had Water Here Anyway
Let Me Bother You
Spilled Ink Virtual Poetry ReadingJuly 24, 2020We Don’t Talk About That
Abandoned Sea of Flames
Out of the Dark Corners
Spilled Ink Virtual Poetry ReadingAugust 14, 2020The Process of Becoming
No Return Address
Where Does It Hurt?
Spilled Ink Virtual Poetry ReadingAugust 28, 2020Rising Waters
the loudest sound
I Wish It Didn’t Sting
Spilled Ink Virtual Poetry ReadingSeptember 11, 2020It’s All Okay
Pink Moon Rising
Spilled Ink Virtual Poetry ReadingSeptember 25, 2020The Elephant Moms
The Raging Heart
Sudden Attack